A life story

"Dear God, I have come to you this moment to seek your help. Your word says that; ask it shall be given to me, seek that I shall find, knock and the door shall be opened to me. These words are yours and not mine, Please dear Lord, bring peace to my Family. Give my Mom the strength to carry on, change my Dad from bad to go. . ."

"Theresa!" I heard my Dad yell my name from the living room. I hate being interrupted.

I concluded my prayer in a hurry, did the sign of the cross, and immediately dashed out of my room to obey my father's call.

Mr. Grignard Lawson is my Father's name. He has strange eyes- a clear, pale brown, like Amber from the tall forests across the sea. His skin is a matte deepness of black, he has a shiny goatee, dark bristly mustache. He has a devil-may-care outlook and a stellar smile, a deep voice. He is as tall as a giraffe and as wicked as a witch. Yes I said that

Our living room has a peculiar shape. A black and white fitted tile has covered the whole room. There's a flat television screen, 40inches. The TV is placed carefully on the wall facing the entrance. There is a shelf with six drawers below the TV position. The shelves are in tempered glass. The color is black. On the shelves, there are CDs of any existing kind of CD's as well as speakers and DVD players.

On the bottom of the wall facing west, there is a glass door cabinet. The cabinet is in tinted solid spruce. The raw material that has been used for the cabinet is strawberries' tree's wood. The color is dark brown and it is equipped with eight shelves. On top of them, there are mainly glasses as well as two tee's services in porcelain.

In the center of the room, there is a painted finish white coffee table. The top is in glass with the corners reinforced in wood. The bottom part is wood. The table is pretty short, as it has to go on a level with the sofa.

The sofa is divided into three sections that can be moved around to create a suitable combination. Its white cover is removable. The sofa is a hundred percent cotton. Its steel frames are chrome plated and therefore it gives them that silver shiny look. Positioned on top of them there are two black cushions each.

On the same wall, there is a portray painted by Boccelli, the paint represents a man who has nothing and rests on the doorstep of an Italian church. Whenever I walk inside it I feel weird however, I don't know why but I don't feel at home and wish for breaking free out of its invisible grasp. I suppose this could mean that I don't like my house or I don't like my family.

I don't know what to say; I like sitting on the sofa alone because I am used to it, however, if my father were to sit beside me uneasiness would fill me.

I spotted my father sitting on the armchair, I don't know why he likes sitting there. weird

I stood by the door and 

'Yes daddy' I answered

There was no response from him, I guess he's deep in thoughts. Who cares? I murmured to myself

I moved close to him so I can get his attention

'Yes daddy' I answered again but in a high tone this time.